SUBJECT TO SUPPLY AND DEMAND

I am ten times two plus three tonight and five nine in my mother's heels we should wait up and weigh up our options get drunk and fuck on timeshare tip my head back smiling politely when you crack the same bad joke time again time again rhyme again I like it better when you read poetry in an American accent I danced slowly in that bar up town to catch the eyes of men and found you slashing your own tires in the carpark behind my building. What the fuck man? What the fuck.